Friday Love Poem: Teresa Gilman!

RiverKiss

Licking the roof of my mouth afterward,

I sucked the syrup residue, the sweet

cream sliding down my throat of his kiss, a tang

of sauce flecked with  ginger  scintillating

behind each tooth,  and it spread me out

into the early May dusk, jewelled through me

like a river in the sun’s last light,

circling and washing,  and slipped underground

into jagged caves, cutting a new way

into my song, like clovering bees,  a slide

of stones underfoot, the rearrangement

of  all  my  molecules.

                 for Jim

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 published in “Roses in the Sand, Your Hand” (FootHills, 2006)  http://foothillspublishing.com

Bio:   Teresa Gilman thinks the more  the  work looks like fooling around doing ‘nothing’ the closer

it is to her real work.   She writes poems and letters, looks after dogs,  practices yoga, and misses people. A lot.

A new chapbook “Itching,  itching”  coming out this fall from Finishing Line Press.      http://www.finishinglinepress.com    Click on “Forthcoming Titles and New Releases”  , then scroll down the alphabetical list.